Sunshine In the Forest Page 11
SunshineForest - #12
Here's a new character, his demeanor should be an offset from the rest of the scene.
SunshineForest - #12
Here's a new character, his demeanor should be an offset from the rest of the scene.
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Other Submissions by Elobo
Author   |
Title |
Description |
Date |
Rank |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Elobo | Dark Lord of Foetor and Decay |
The Plague Rat of Doom. Perhaps he is lunging in for an attack, or skipping merrily throughout the sewers.
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3/25/09 | 0.00 |
| Elobo | Death Throes in the Depths |
An interesting scroll depicts creatures we long thought extinct or mere myth. In the depths there are two mortal enemies in the Carbon Dogs and Chomposaurs. Though they are bitter foes, the dogs tend to avoid conflict. But the cruel Chomopsaurs will massacre young dogs whenever possible. The alpha of the pack assumes the strange power of the Diamond Dog in its rage and sorrow, and a mortal battle begins. A rolling maelstrom of tooth and claw... fire and earth. Titans locked in mortal combat. The diamond teeth sink into the great serpents neck as stamina gives way and its body slowly and painfully turns to mineral. It thrashes for all its worth in a final attempt to make sure the fight would have no survivors.
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5/18/09 | 0.00 |
| Elobo | Demoralization |
[Halloween 2009] It is not enough that they took my body, now they seek my mind. Three of them pressing on me, when I cannot even handle one. Vicious mental torture meant to twist the individual. They could do it instantly, without struggle. But then, they wouldn't enjoy it.
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2/7/10 | 0.00 |
| Elobo | Descending Into Depravity |
[Halloween 2009] The steps of becoming a zombie - Possessed, Bewilderment, Realization, Pain, Depravity.
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2/7/10 | 0.00 |
| Elobo | Desperation |
Our consciousness streams inwards, crushing itself. Our mind barely has strength enough to stitch this world together anymore. It tears apart at the seam. The dark recesses of our mind bleed through. Nightmare tendrils reach down to strangle the colour from our form. We grew overconfident, riding high on the devastation of the guardians. But now, we are simply alone on a pile of battered corpses, they have no more energy to give. Our courage has been rent in twain again and again, and we simply do not have the fortitude for it anymore. All that is left is Desperation. All that is left is to blindly flail at the encroaching nightmares while we cling desperately to the decadence of our memories of former conquest. But we are alone now, courage left us a long time ago.
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8/18/09 | 0.00 |
